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Jul 2012
The fires burning bright
In the devil's haunted halls
The souls too weak to fight
His clever deadly calls

His leering smile is waiting
At the gates of hell for you
Your resolve is slowly fading
You believed the lie was true

You see the death too late
No time to run away
Turn around and face your fate
There is nothing left to say

You have become the fatal slave
Of the midnight shadow dance
The fire burns you in your grave
You gave up your final chance
Erin Lewis
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